When your children up and leave the nest it can be a time of great discovery and infinite sadness. I have been struggling with this issue since January and some days are better than others. Making friends with uncertainty is a task. It's hateful, like internal housework. Technology allows me to talk or text her whenever I like, but it cannot take the place of her footstep in the hall or the sound of the shower running. When your child is tucked in and asleep upstairs, a peace prevails. The world feels safe and sealed in. You know what I mean.
I've developed a ritual that helps to keep the blues at bay. I try to send her a package each week, and in it, fun things that she likes or needs and always something handmade. Since she is very conscious of her health and fitness, I made a yoga mat bag for easier toting to the gym. The pattern was a hand out from my local fabric shop, and the flamingo was essential!
